Oh how she longs for the tip of your finger to graze so effortlessly across her ivory skin.

How she craves the lubrication of your pink tongue in combat with her own.

She years for the gasping breaths that leave her lips as your brown skin meets her own.

She aches for the intoxication of your scent left behind.

The pain crossing a thin line of pleasure as she squeezes her pale thighs tight in remembrance of your presence.

She closes her eyes and drags her hands down the center of her body, arching her back and tilting her head in recollection of your hands once doing the same.

Clenching her bare chest and messaging her side until she’s pink as she desperately pines for you once more.

The pain of desire stinging her everywhere inside and out, the loneliness of solitude suffocating and drowing her existence.

Red fills her eyes as she cannot stand the absence of your body any longer

But still she waits in agony twisting and turning on sheets that you once twist and turned together.


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